I find sleep to be a cruel mirage that taunts me while I search for its mystical powers. I go to bed out of a sense of responsibility and impatiently wait for another restless nite to begin. The process eventually ends when I awake in a coffee-resistant fog. It seems slightly less than ideal.
All the potential remedies I’ve tried just make me more envious of those who quickly embrace the wonders of sleep. I have a friend who can literally lie down anywhere and drift away as though it was perfectly normal. What a gift!
When I went to Hawaii, I figured my friend had finally met his match. The sea turtles would heave themselves up on the beach and go to sleep on whatever spot they happened to land. Then nothing seemed to deter their fitful dreams. The turtles had trumped my friend!
With that little contest settled, I presumed the matter was closed.
Then we go to Grand Teton National Park and I see my first Trumpeter Swans. They are magnificent and graceful birds that carry a regal presence. I was anxious to get a decent shot to knock them off my photo bucket list.
I noticed a few of them on a far lake and decided to walk closer to the shoreline. When we got there, the swans had curled in their long necks and were sleeping away as the sun was setting. I had never seen anything like it.
I immediately thot of the turtles plopped on the sand and compared that to sleeping on a built-in down pillow while floating on a waterbed. I had found a new sleep champion!
Now there’s another sound sleeper to think about as I lie in bed and longingly gaze at the mirage.